It was a little sad to say goodbye, but it was only "See you next year!", one of the phrases they have learned in English. It was harder to say goodbye to Virginia. But I call her once a month for 45 minutes (via Skype) to check in and see how they are all doing, and of course I promised to come back next year. After this visit I feel more connected to the place, and it feels less foreign. I think this time I left a little piece of me there.
On the long, hot bus ride back to Yangon, I marinated in my own sweat and was poached well in that steam shower on wheels. Yangon was equally stifling and even a little rain in the evening could not break it. I hope the SoCal heat wave breaks by the time I get home, I've had enough!